Thoughts 4

MendedFences27

Thoughts 4



Time

 

Dull days outnumber.

For you there is no slumber.

Killing your number.



The Faucet

 

Listen as it drips.

Wasting water one could sip.

Parched mouths and dry lips.



Vaccines

 

One shot or two shots.

Into the arms of a lot.

Saves lives.- Just a thought.



Bubbles?

 

Childhood dreams perchance?

Adult sensations in dance?

Senior Rx lance?



Freedom

 

Exercise freedom.

In stillness it gathers dust.

Dusty, it’s removed.

 

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2021 15:43
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Comments4

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good write, M.F.

    • MendedFences27

      Thanks Jerry, Just getting things off my mind.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fence.

      • MendedFences27

        Thanks Orch. Meanderings from my mind,

      • L. B. Mek

        some insightful musings woven skilfully into accessible poetry that champion genuine brevity..
        thanks for sharing dear poet

        • MendedFences27

          Thanks L.B. Only unloading my brain.

        • Neville


          It aint easy doing these little nippers, is it ..
          ... however, one wouldn't think it having considered each of the five you pinned under the title Thoughts 4 ...
          Little gems each of em ...

          • MendedFences27

            Here in the US, the "bubble" refers to the point when you reach it on your prescriptions you start paying the full price. "Killing your number" is prison slang for doing your time. Didn't know if those outside the US would pick up on those two phrases.

            • Neville


              I had heard them before .. but like you, not sure if others would be as familiar ... they do work tho' regardless ..



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